NORFOLK is another arty-farty slice of arthouse nonsense with style to spare but nothing much to say for itself. There's no overriding story here, just the tale of a kid and his father who live out in a marshland in Norfolk somewhere. Various supporting characters show up for ominous mutterings, but this is more about random imagery and set-pieces that have very little to do with one another. Expect purple prose-sounding dialogue, another lacklustre turn from the vastly overrated Barry Keoghan, and very little of interest.
Review of Norfolk
